Chapitre 338: Bad sleep

Roselyn tossed and turned in her bed, she was blabbering something as she kept her eyes shut.

John woke up and called her to wake her up but she didn't hear him, even when he shook her, it was like she couldn't feel her body and she was immersed in her dream.

"Rose!" John kept calling but she didn't give any sign she could hear him. She kept tossing and turning.

She was dreaming of her father, he visited her in her house and she introduced her kids to him when suddenly he stretched his arm and threw a fireball at them killing her sons.

She couldn't move to help them, she was frozen although she tried to move every muscle of her body.

She had that nightmare over and over.

Roselyn was sweating coldly, her cheeks heated and her breath shortened. She was so agitated that the sheets fell on the floor and John had to stand up from the bed as she kept kicking and pushing him in her sleep.